|My friend Peter Forrest sent me this wonderful message that fully describes my feelings at age 81. I never dreamed I would like myself and enjoy the happiest days of my life after reaching 80. CB
As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.Whose business is it if I choose to read, or be on the computer until 2 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance to those wonderful tunes of the 60s and 70s whenever I wish.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the young.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore…
I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.
So, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,
But while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day if I feel like it.
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART —-BECAUSE IT’S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!